It's like a pit (a
massive gap in the thoughts that
unsettles you)
and (lest your resolve be crushed to
a fine powder suitable only for the most
tasteful framing)
saturates conversation like a
virus
but there's a problem with this
invitation, if only to
convince yourself the gap is
useful, (that it's a landmark of
sorts, a real treasure, why not
picnic next to it, make up stories
and holidays and marvel at the
obvious ingenuity of the earth in
creating such a beautiful loss)
at the end of the festival, (when the
streamers have faded and
the food lies stale, when the cars have
herded their people home for the
night and the moon reclaims
her sky from clingy weathermen)
it is still a hole, (and you might
fall in).
Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 4:14 PM UTC
It's like a pit (a
massive gap in the thoughts that
unsettles you)
and (lest your resolve be crushed to
a fine powder suitable only for the most
tasteful framing)
saturates conversation like a
virus
but there's a problem with this
invitation, if only to
convince yourself the gap is
useful, (that it's a landmark of
sorts, a real treasure, why not
picnic next to it, make up stories
and holidays and marvel at the
obvious ingenuity of the earth in
creating such a beautiful loss)
at the end of the festival, (when the
streamers have faded and
the food lies stale, when the cars have
herded their people home for the
night and the moon reclaims
her sky from clingy weathermen)
it is still a hole, (and you might
fall in).
I know myself well.
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